A lifetime under house arrest. Outside I hear the keys of my executioners
GWEN
Yes, oh, yes, yes, yes, yes,
this must stop—my soul is dark,
and it’s flowers are nightshade and wolfbane.
We must put this behind us and get back to work.
Damn the sun and its flowers.
Damn the glass eye of the moon.
Damn my weakness and this heavy hour.
My heart quakes. Thank God, it’s Friday.
This is a transcription of a tape recorded by Linda Tripp. Nothing was ever